Genuine communication
can only occur
when the need
to be right
has been checked
at the door.© 2017 Dennis Ference
Communication: Reblogged from Merging Traffic
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Haiku: Time Warp
Good Ship Lollipop
Shirley Temple all that jazz
Has already sailed
Daily Prompt: Lollipop
Haiku: In the Beginning
Soil cradles like womb
Life seeds fertile with promise
Blossoms of summer
Daily Prompt: Soil
Strange Grief
Two husbands I have put behind me
Two marriages spent in years that equal half my life
I did not grieve exact dates of their ending
I do not grieve today their rich existence
Divorce, for me, resulted in mixed blessings
Quite a different shade of grief
My weddings both were days of joy
Expectations of forevermore
Promises to ensure our future
Constancy in good times and in poor
Lovely dreams spun from an illusion
Not accounting for realities ahead
Living showered me with gifts and challenges
A fifties girl whose eyes were opened wide
Even now I feel the swell of my adventures
Surging through my heart with every breath
Grief put aside I count my every blessing
Beginning with three sons and my grandchildren
Becoming an independent woman
Economic struggles trained me well
After trial and error I discovered
Life as a solitary is not half bad
Lately I received my gift – the poet
Who lives within me and who is my friend.
Many couples married or unmarried
Share a special precious golden bonding
Create a unit multiplying love
I grieve such a companion to grow old with
Not finding this for me I made a choice
I grieve – but I do not regret
Haiku: Musical Chairs
Sixty years ago
No spring chicken even then
Chair gifted to me
Covering threadbare
Reupholstered more than once
Stories chair could tell
Time to spruce things up
Brought in classy new arm-chair
Taking pride of place
Early showing wear
Became sad embarrassment
I’m watching for sales
Meanwhile my old chair
Stalwart in simplicity
Quietly bides its time.
Legacies Passed Upward
Once upon a time I was mother of three sons
Fathers now who between them have four more
And two young daughters.
I never gave a thought to reaping
After youthful sowing bore its fruits.
Grandmothers receive gifts
Bounty never dreamed of.
One son recently shared the story
How he taught his son to shave.
Another son passed on the news
Son’s camp counselor summer job
Included learning leadership
Sharp skills to serve him well
In the wider world one day.
Two younger sons, cousins
Surprise us all with expertise
Creative eyes see like engineers.
Another son, the one who shaves
Is showing signs as a musician
Following his father’s dreams.
The little girls still lovely mysteries.
Mothers blessed become grandmothers.
A further generation bearing treasures
Returns its priceless gifts to me.
I watch my sons now fathers
Shape their children lovingly
Guiding them into a future
Unrevealed but which offers hope.
Haiku: Warning
Porcupines, poets
Quills adept hurling sharp barbs
Humans be aware
Daily Prompt: Quill
Haiku: My Favorite Food Group
Luscious lemon squares
Decadent dark chocolate
Don’t get me started
Warm salty pretzels
Guacamole I yearn for
White wine and dark beer
Strawberries and grapes
Swiss cheese, feta or cheddar
Tasty together
Now about dinner
Must admit I’ve no room left
I filled up on snacks
Haiku: Illusion – Peeling the Onion
This morning I ironed
Set up the old ironing board
Metal and sturdy
Hardly worse for wear
Dependable companion
Since I was a bride
Those days behind me
Now white-haired, bent with aging
I appear different
Shape of old woman
Listener, story teller
Beloved grandmother
Yet deep within me
Abides all I ever was
Gifted at my birth
Haiku: Respite in Time of Strife
Living in the now
Time of mind and memory
Not how clock tells time
Moment sweet to breathe
Feel the heartbeat of the earth
Sense deep wells within
This is nature’s gift
Peace, tranquility abide
Feathered hope also.
